I walked back to my study and I was still thinking about it.
That was the problem. I could not stop thinking about it and I am not a man who gets stuck on things, I deal with problems and I move forward and I do not stand in corridors replaying conversations in my head like some boy who has never spoken to a woman before, and yet here I was, walking through my own keep, past guards who straightened as I passed and staircases I took without thinking, and the only thing in my head was her voice.
What happened to you.
I pushed my study door open and stood in the middle of the room.
People ask questions like weapons all the time, to find cracks and angles they can use later, I know that game well because I invented half of it, but she had not been doing any of that. She had looked at me wi
